Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(65)

“You just work out?”

“Yeah. Trying to work this soreness away, and get myself back into shape,” I say on an exhale.

“Psh. Take it slow, you ain’t missing anything.”

“Oh, yeah? Slow day?”

“No, just the same old bullshit. A guy shit himself in one of the casinos, and guess who had to get him out of there.” She points to herself. “Then there was a wreck on the main strip, where two men got into a brawl. I got to pepper spray one, so that wasn’t bad.” She smirks. “Then we’ve had to look for some f*cktard all day, but didn’t find him. Other than that, yeah, it’s been slow.”

“Who’s the warrant out for?”

“Jacob Gentry. Brown hair, green eyes. Six foot, three inches. Has a tattoo of a crow on the back of his right hand.”

I smirk. “Wow, you remembered all that?” Gentry. That sounds familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.

“They only ask us if there are any updates every f*cking hour,” Alessandra continues, interrupting my thought.

“Must’ve done something pretty bad.” I shrug.

“Two burgers, two shakes.” Margie sets the plates down carelessly and walks away.

“I ordered for us, since I gotta get back to work here soon.”

“No problem.” I take a bite of my burger and sigh.

“You going to give me any details on you and a man I shall not name?”

I smirk, knowing exactly what she’s talking about.

“We’re good.”

Her face goes lax, her hand limp with the burger in it. “Seriously, that’s all I get?”

Laughing at her reaction, I set my burger down. “He met my mom.”

“What?!”

“She walked in on us naked. She didn’t even catch his name, just ran out red-faced.”

Alessandra spits shake all over her plate, her eyes wide.

I can’t help but laugh and hand her a napkin.

“I don’t know what to even say about that.” She laughs. “Your dad, he hasn’t—”

“No, he knows nothing. I’m not sure I’ll ever tell him.” My brows furrow, my heart hurting that I’m keeping something from him. I’m relieved that Zeek hasn’t pushed about information on my father.

“Probably the safest option. I can tell you right now he won’t approve.”

Alessandra looks down at her watch.

“Shit, I gotta go.”

Standing, she throws some bills down then points at me. “Next time, I want more details.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.”





ZEEK


I head back to Jillian’s house and find her Jeep gone. I arch a brow, curious where the hell she went, since she’s supposed to be resting.

Pulling out my phone, I call her, but she doesn’t answer.

“What the f*ck?” Running up to her house, I try to open the door but it’s locked. Something I don’t normally feel runs up my back—fear. What if Frank found out about her? What if he has her?

I pull out my phone, ready to call her when her Jeep pulls into the drive.

She jumps out, a gym bag over her shoulder.

“Where the hell were you?” My voice comes out harsh, my heart still beating wildly.

She stops in her tracks, her face puzzled.

“Uh, the gym.”

“Why? You’re supposed to be resting, not in a damn gym!” I holler.

The hand holding her bag falls from her shoulder as she rolls her eyes.

“I don’t need another parent, Zeek. I hate being stuck in the house, so I went for a jog at the gym.”

She steps up beside me and unlocks the door.

Throwing her bag in the corner, she starts toward the kitchen. Her attitude is pissing me off. I grab her by the arm, turning her around to face me.

“You need to take it slow, Jillian. You are going to hurt yourself more by jumping back into something before you are ready. If you think I’m going to sit back while you act like a dumbass and hurt yourself, you’re wrong.”

She rips her arm from me, a scowl on her face. “You can’t tell me what to do, Zeek.”

My teeth clench with her tone. I found her telling me no before cute, but this just pisses me off.

I laugh, palming her jaw gently before fisting her hair, yanking it roughly.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I do get to tell you what to do, because you’re mine, and I care about you. But more importantly, you want me, so that puts you in the losing position.”

I pull her face close, my lips next to her ear.

“If you defy me, I will make your life a living hell,” I whisper.

She pulls back, her eyes searching mine.

“Starting with not giving you what your body craves.” I nip at her earlobe. “Me.”

She rolls her eyes, like I’m being ridiculous. “I’d like to see you last a day. I think you’d cave before I ever would,” she mocks, acting as if she can live without my cock in her for one day.

“Oh, you wanna call my bluff, sweetheart?” To think she doesn’t want me, it pisses me off.

One hand fisting her hair, I pull her body to mine. Her eyes go heavy instantly, her nipples hardening against my chest. I affect her severely, but what she doesn’t know is she makes me go mad, as well. My fingers play at the waist of her stretch pants, which fit her body like a glove. My eyes never leave hers, like it’s a game of who can stare the longest. It’s sensual, raw, and a turn-on that has my nuts aching.